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About Los Angeles

So, whores, right? They ain’t just bodies for hire. Nope. They’re survivors, hustlin’ like nobody’s business. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of Joy sayin’, “Take her to the moon for me, okay?”—‘cept it’s more like, “Take her to the corner, fam.” Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Imagine that—blonde hair flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!”

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The whore of babylon is not just a symbol it's a woman prostitutes are women they are real people who are on the margins of society.

Sorry, gotta run now. Got spa clients waitin’. Catch ya later, comrade. And remember: "sometimes life's a drunk, and we all got to stumble home." Peace and power, eh?

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